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THE HOLE
Solara — (9.7) SYZYGY

THE HOLE

"The hole — they walked in"

[Verse 1]

They came through the gate into 280

Empty

Not a guard — not a being — not a sound

Solara raised her hand — the column stopped

The silence was not the quiet kind

It was not peace

It was the kind of empty

That means something is about to use it

[Pre-Chorus]

They looked for the gate to 279

There was no gate

They looked again

There was still no gate

[Chorus]

The hole — they walked in

The hole — no way out

The hole — 280 is empty

The trap — it was always a trap

No gate — no door — no signal

The hole

[Verse 2]

Then someone found him

On the ground — the messenger

Not breathing — had not been breathing for a long time

Cassie: “That is not possible”

It was possible — it had happened

“Then who came to camp”

Nobody answered — nobody wanted to

The real messenger was here

Had been here

Whatever came to camp

Ate the soup

Said the words

Left on its own

Mira: “I should have—” — “Mira” — “I know”

She had not been three minutes behind

She had been much further

[Bridge]

“Find a door” — “Any door”

They searched

No door — no seam — no fold

No crack that opened the right way

Then Aldric

“I have an orb”

“It can carry three”

“WHAT”

“Three. Only three.”

Chaos stepped forward — Void stepped forward

The argument lasted eleven seconds

No words — entirely something else

Void stepped forward further

“I need to go,” said Aldric — “I activate it”

“Three total” — “Yes” — “Solara. Aldric. One more.”

Castor looked at Solara — she looked back — he nodded

He would stay — he would find another way

“The rest — find another way out. We come back.”

“We will find the way,” said Cassie

Chaos looked at the space where Void had been

He said nothing — he would stay

[Outro]

Aldric held the orb — three inside its light

It hummed — it held — it moved

Solara looked back once

Castor — Herc — The Ones — Fable not narrating

Pebble with both hands on the floor

The beasts quiet around Rangor

The light closed


Back at camp

The smell reached them first

Then the light — the wrong kind

Fire

Empty — no one — nothing

The camp was gone — the camp was burning

Aldric: “The orb is spent. We cannot go back.”

Void: “Then we go forward.”

The hole had been 280

And 280 was behind them

And everything else — was ahead